Eleanor: Yes, we will no longer be together. The Bad Place has pulled off the most intricate cork-blork of all time. Hmm, it's a nice touch that the cursing filter maintains the rhyme. I appreciate that attention to detail.

Michael: Hang on. I'm not giving up yet. Let's have an old-fashioned brainstorming session. We'll get Chinese food, and we'll throw pencils and stick them in the ceiling, and someone will say something innocuous and I'll say, "Wait... Say that again."

Eleanor: Okay, listen. There's a guy out there who's awake and doesn't know what's happening, okay? You gotta pull it together. You've got this.
Michael: No, I absolutely do not. I'm not meant for any of this, Eleanor. I'm just middle management! [Eleanor shushes him] What if I fail? It'll be like the failure to end all failures. It'll be... an epic fail. Is my tie getting tighter, or is my neck getting fatter somehow? Oh! This is what we do. We tell the judge we have to cancel the experiment because I have a fat neck. She'll understand.